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"Papoose" & "Salad Soldiers"
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"Papoose" & "Salad Soldiers" |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy 
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looking down at his embryo eyes with her eyes of ambers he squirmed in his blue papoose until a foot the size of a toe popped out and wiggled. nonstop She tucked his head beneath her chin pulling on his sock with one hand steadying his leg with the other and somehow maintaining harmonious balance savoring baby skin with its godlike fresh scent. Upon his head was a sun carpet of red sparse still like it needs watering. and when the world got too serious and people stopped to gaze at the beautiful child a simple coo was all it took to melt all sorrows (c)2010 jeff feezle / ShadowRider -------------------------------- Salad Soldiers Two hundred solid salad soldiers Watching, waiting to hear the old line Rangers, Mounties sitting in Chryslers At midnite hiding behind neon signs. There’s anticipation in crowded rooms Where spent smoke curls out slitted glass & cards dealt face up to beautiful losers Dressed to impress, styled to maximum class. Some other day when invitations are stale And your friends can’t remember your name The car won’t start, you woke up late And you get plenty tired of playing this game. So you lock your bedroom door, latch your heart The hallways sit unexplored in internal fires The jungle is inside, there’s just no place to hide All the truth poets have been proven to be liars. Life and their rollover minutes go past so fast There’s a dent in your forehead from pounding your fist And you wonder where all past loves must go And if you’re ever really missed. Somewhere on a rumpled bed sheet Is some-who that does Remembering those gambles you’ve made And if you’re lucky, though you’ll never know There’s a tear somewhere Falling down soul-stairs Sliding down cheek to chin And it’s here that you listen And it’s here that you comprehend And for all your self-born politics And for all your sad regrets That you’ve been loved Many times over And it’s time to collect the bets. 8/18/09 Jeff Feezle/ ShadowRider ----------------------------------- |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Jeff I loved them both~~ How could you not be touched by "Papoose"  M |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
Aw, thank you, Maur. Miss ya, kiddo: hope you are feeling better. We have a water backup in our basement right now; where my office is. They're coming to dig it out tomorrow. Big bucks! ~practicing grrrs under my breath~ Thanks again, and stay warm, Maur, Jeff |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Our street is having a sewer replaced which will take a week or two and we are expecting another snowstorm tonight into tomorrow... ughh! 6-12 inches (or more) I am making it okay through most of the day teaching but on that ride home and all night long this "thing" I have is draining me and I mean that literally! The only comfort I have is that I know many others suffering too because of this dry weather and until Spring and moist air is in the offering I guess we continue to cough and choke on Winter! M |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Jeff, I understood the first poem posted here, however the second one was way beyond me. I'd suggest one poem at a time. Of course that's only me. Bobby |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
Hey, Bobby! Thank you for your kind words. The second poem is actually an ode or a song. It was inspired by a former supervisor I had that spent two days crying at her desk about not being to get a dress for her daughter at the mall. At the time, my wife had cancer, and I thought: Geez Boss: is this ALL you have to worry about? It bothered me that we worry too much about stupid things, and get all worked up about it. The poem itself describes the many trials an Everyman/Woman faces, and how many of them are Internal Fires, self-caused stress, or over-emphasized personal troubles. There are plenty of ways we can get tripped up: lots of 'sheriffs behind billboards'. In the end, it will always be up to the person to match their dreams up with reality. Try rereading this, with this in mind, and see if the lines don't come together a bit better. I know: my work often gives the reader a heachache. *smile* Jeff |
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